#pit baby polyshipping

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The bit dynamic between these four is really entertaining to watch, and it’s fun to see that they expanded on yesterday.

(x, x)

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polyship roadtrip as bullshit i’ve been through while traveling

long post lmao more under the cut

- one time gladio and ignis went to bed early because they were pretty tuckered out from the trip before, so prompto and noctis stayed up unsupervised and watched The Pirates of the Caribbean marathon on cable and acted it out and did their best to mouth the words. They also drank soda so they were high on sugar so they were giggling and acting completely fucking stupid but also trying not to wake up iggy and gladio. they woke up the next morning completely exhausted 

 - prompto always heads down to those in-building gyms that hotels have, messing around with the equipment until ignis gets so stressed out worrying that he's gonna hurt himself so he suggests going swimming instead. this is not much better as prompto spends his time soaking in the hot tub, then launching over the concrete and jumping into the cold, bigger pool and screaming. he claims its good for his pores. gladio's laughing the whole time while ignis worries that prompto will get a cold

 - although he always wants to sleep, noctis has trouble actually falling asleep in the car, because its hard to find a comfortable position for his head without just lying down. one time he finally found a comfy position, and it was his head shoved between the wall of the car and the seat, his face scrunched up oddly behind the seatbelt. because of where his face was, he started snoring and prompto took a video. he also had a mark on his face when he woke up, but goddammit he finally got some rest 

 - one time while pit-stopping at a restaurant, prompto accidentally wandered into the women’s bathroom. he didn’t cause a disturbance because people were so busy in there, but a woman walked in with her child, turned to prompto and simply said “hold my baby” and walked away. prompto was left standing in the women’s bathroom with a random baby until the lady came back. when he told this story in the car ignis almost drove them off the road because they were all laughing so much

 - occasionally prompto and gladio, when the crew stops at a gas-station for a break, will do the Macarena. noctis and ignis don’t know why, but gladio claims that it’s “good for stretching”. there’s something oddly cultic about gladio and prompto straight-faced Macarena-ing right after they get out of the car. 

 - oftentimes, when they stop at a gas-station, if prompto’s bored or tired he will wander along the aisles and make dick-jokes in his mind of whatever label he sees. He often chuckles when seeing “Red Hots” or something along the lines of “smooth chocolate”. although he tells these to gladio and noct, they dont ever seem particularly amused. 

 - prompto gets weird when he’s tired. if he’s getting cabin fever and is bored of riding in the car, he’ll complain endlessly while bouncing around the car and making weird remarks about everything he can see. he’s usually the first to fall asleep when they get to a hotel, and ignis claims its because he wasted all his energy already. prompto’s most likely to suffer if they drive for more than a day, as he does spend himself and end up weary and red-eyed staring at the road. due to this, the guys avoid long road trips.

 - ignis always has a bag of snacks. its the snack bag its in the back so gladio is always the one elected to get everything out for everyone. whenever he does this, he calls it "rationing" and always, always gives prompto and noctis teeny tiny portions until they ask for more. 

 - ignis also packs a bag that has extra clothes. prompto and noct call it the emergency bag while gladio calls it the fuck bag. for some reason.

Bonus: EMI HAD ME CHOKING WITH THESE REACTIONS

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Prom night

OK so I was on a discord chat with people and we started talking about Laf doing peoples makeup, so here it is! (slight marliza and laflams bc I'm falling in love with that polyship) “I'm still offended you didn't want me to do all of your makeup by myself.” Peggy willed her eyes not to twitch as Laf carefully applied her mascara. For some reason, they decided he would be perfect for helping her with everyone's prom makeup. She had to admit she was a bit salty, but Laf could do a mean contour. John was already in his full face of makeup and navy blue tuxedo, critiquing himself in a nearby mirror. “Gil, are you sure it looks okay? What if it's too much and people start calling me names, or what if it smears and I walk around looking like an idiot all night. And how am I supposed to rub my eyes? “ “Peggy, go touch up John's lipstick and tell him how killer his wing is. John, I swear if you so much as touch your eye I will meet you in the pit, but I assure you, you look amazing. Who's next?” “I've been waiting for the past twenty minutes, jackass, get over here.” Alex slumped into a seat as Laf pulled his little cart of beauty products over. “Peg already did my eyes, but she said you were better at lips and face. Make sure you don't use red, it'll clash with the green in my suit. “ “Excuse me, but I am the expert here,” Laf smirked, “and I'm sure the wait wasn't too torturous. You are surrounded by all your closest friends.” “Laf, I need a touch up on my nails, and Peggy always makes the polish streaky.” Hercules held up his manicured hand, showing where the deep red polish had chipped. “Okay, un moment Alex, wait here so I can do your contour.” Laf turned his attention to Herc, and Alex ran off to see what the girls were doing. “Looking sharp, Lex,” Eliza remarked, her face done in natural makeup, which fit perfectly with her baby blue gown. “Maria, I'm assuming you want red lipstick, because I have this really cute matte-” “I want black,” Maria deadpanned, doing her own mascara, “I want my lips to be darker than the fishnets I'm wearing.” “I love it when you're edgy,” Eliza said, giving a quick kiss to Maria's forehead and wiping the imprint of lips away before Peggy could notice. “ALEX, MERDE, GET BACK OVER HERE, I HAVE NOT FINISHED YOUR CONTOUR!” Laf yelled from across the room, contour brush in hand. “Fuck you, I already look flawless, I refuse to sit in that chair for one more second.” Alex continued to tap his foot, nervous energy building up. “Contouring encourages European beauty standards anyways,” Angelica added, letting Maria finish her double wing as she tied the sash around her pink dress, “Alex, you look great. Knock ‘em dead.” “Prom starts in fifteen minutes. Everyone ready?” Herc called, going outside to start his suv. “Out in a moment,” Laf said before kissing John and Alex each on the cheek. “My loves, you both are beautiful. Now let's go out there and cut the haters with our wings!” Bonus: Laf received a call from John early the next morning. “Gil, what the fuck?” “John, mon ange, what is wrong, why are you calling me at six in the morning?” “There's black stuff all over my face and the water is just smearing it. What do I do?” “Mon dieu, you did not take your makeup off last night as I told you?” Laf groaned into his pillow, wanting sleep. “........ No?” “Merde, do not worry, I will be over in a few minutes with makeup wipes, but you owe me coffee.” “Aw, love you too.”

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Oh look, a sap rant for my 250th post here

//Just me being nostalgic and ranty under the cut.//

So i decided to look back through my old blog and relive all the shit that happened years ago in this fandom and--I’ve literally laughed from all the bullshit (does anyone remember the war? Boys v. Girls there were pegasi and powers and peace was finally reached because of Jason’s abs) and cried from all teh angst (death memes, anti-hero/villain verses, a muse watching the other get tortured but ‘if you make a sound I’ll move to them until they make a sound or one of you dies.’ The gods au where they like. Succeeded the gods of olympus. Remember how early in THAT cluster fuck of feels it was a thing that Piper and Jason couldn’t have a kid because despite now being gods their human genes still made it impossible for the child to survive on Olympus? Cause I do. Among many other painful things) and--

I swear those were golden years to me. There were so many of us and we were all one big happy family (literally at a few points. Still remember polyship hcs) and I swear the depth I got out of almost every interaction (and the laughs that would leave me wheezing from all the CRACK. Never forget that Naruto M!A) was something--is something I can honestly say I’d never been a part of in any other fandom. Maybe it was because Piper was by far the most well known and well loved muse I’d ever had (sorry Giotto but it’s true). Maybe it was because I just met the right people at the right time and found the most brilliant writers by some rare and brilliant fortune.

I still remember and cherish what Cap did for this blog when I first started out. Not only was Pit one of the nearest and dearest muses to Piper’s heart [and he still is] but the mun? That sweet angel was possibly the reason I met such wonderful people like Nat and Daisy and Jessalyn and so many others in the first place. If Cap hadn’t told me to check out Nat’s Jason (at that time the url was...invenustum or something right? I feel like there was another url before that one but i can’t remember for sure...) it might not have been until much later that I stumbled across her and the others--and there is the distinct possibility I never would have become their friends or a member of their social group. I love them to pieces but I know if I hadn’t been introduced to Nat when and the way I was I would’ve been far too intimidated to message any of the lovely people I met afterwards down the line. So I do give a lot of credit for some of my best memories to Cap and Pit because who knows where I would’ve been without that little segway/push?

And then there’s everyone that followed. Contributing to Nat’s mass conversion of all those who entered her territory into Jasiper shippers. Late night talks with Jessalyn about muses, love, and life in general. Jokes and feels with Daisy about Leo and Piper’s most glorious of friendships (and possibility of Leo actually liking and contemplating confessing to Piper before Jason was inserted into their lives and memories) and Leo’s own insecurities and troubles. Angst, angst and more angst from out pain queen creampuff Virginia. Constant support and love from the owner of the pet shop this chinchilla lived in prior to Daisy and Nat adoption (also known as Lexi) and her beautiful OC Jasmine that was the best sister-in-law.

SASSY. PERCY. FOR DECADES. AND PIPER AND PERCY BROTP. Octavian and Piper’s hate/empathetic relationship (its though, loving the same guy). Random crossovers with Harry Potter characters and even Secret Saturdays. All of Piper’s beloved sibilings whether canon or OC. Her beautiful children that lord knows how many people contributed to the making of and later penned by people as amazing as Lexi and Bean (and Jason being the last to know when Junior was conceived. Followed by concerns like “WAIT YO’LL STRETCH THE BABY.”) The list goes on and on. No matter how it happened I still feel blessed to have been accepted by such genuinely kind and beautiful people, supported by so many others whose names I may never know, and crafted memories and experiences that I hope will stay with them for as long as they stay with me.

Many of those friends have moved on to places unknown, but hopefully full of shining prospects and joy. I will always remember the things they’ve done for me--the joy they’ve given me, the insights I had never once considered, the strength to keep moving forward and find a smile no matter how down life got me (whether they knowingly provided it or not)--and I can only hope that even if they don’t remember this chinchilla’s name or anything about our interactions, that at the very least should they think back to their time here with us, I will have provided at least some measure of a pleasurable feeling they can associate with those times. I know they have for me.

As sad as it can be to think about, even those that have been here through the highs and lows, the pops and dwindling of this fandom, won’t be here forever. As many good memories as I have here I know I won’t. As iconic and relieving at Nat, Daisy, and Lexi’s presences on the dash are whenever I return from another unnanounced months long hiatus, one day they won’t be here either. Whether it be days, months, or years from now, I know that one day I’ll log into this account not to roleplay, but to simply remember some of the shining days of my youth these people created. I’d be there knowing all those role models and dear friends have moved on to (hopefully) better places and found contentment in their lives. I’d look to their blogs not to hope that they’ve come back, but to look once more at their final farewell (or last post before they logged off and simply never logged back in) and maybe recount just what they meant to me, and how much that last post means. It’s my sincerest hope and dream to keep in contact with everyone. It’s my must crushing thought to know there’s a chance I won’t (its funny how much people I’ve never even met in person mean to me though). 

I’m sorry--this post took a bit of a sad turn (I know I’m crying at least because I’m just a sap like that), but it wasn’t necessarily meant to be such. It’s just all that reminiscing fills me with a longing for days not likely to return, and feelings that both ache and comfort. I’ll miss those days and people like I miss so many others presently.

But those days may be gone, but there’s still plenty more ahead of us, no? I don’t know how much longer this will last. How many more days I’ll get to log on to the beautifully written prose, and the earnest feelings of love we share for these fictional characters that brought us all together and one another. I don’t know when the last day I or any of my dear friends (the last of my first partners here) make a post will be, or even if there will be a final, heartfelt goodbye to go with it. If I’m being honest I kind of doubt that. Because nothing ever comes out final on tumblr, in my experience. We all part with the message and hope of returning, but with a small whisper from our heart of hearts that tells us we won’t. That the real hope of ever meeting any of those lovely people on the dashboard again would have to be from a chance meeting in that vast outside world we all occupy, or some shining and vague theory of an after life. I don’t know when it’ll come. None of us do.

But until it does happen, I want to continue making memories that’ll follow me forever. I want to write more lines and stumble across more life lessons I hadn’t known I was missing. I want those golden days of the past to shine and slither onto today and everyday after that we’ll share together. I want feelings from sources I may only remember vaguely (or even not at all) when I’m old but still treasure, and names of people I can remember crafting and sharing these blessed, transient days and nights with. I want this blog and my previous one to exist forever--for tumblr to never shut down if only to ensure that these pure, rich, glorious, life changing posts and people will remained forever enshrined with me somewhere. So that even if I should one day forget these things, it doesn’t mean they never happened. That there’s still proof of the times we had and the bonds we shared and posts that may hopefully, one day , make others laugh and cry as we did.

I want this blog--I want Piper and everything and everyone that’s ever touched it, her, me, to live on and be a part of my legacy. These were and still are such defining years of my life and no matter when they come to an end, I never want them to vanish. And I hope you all want that too. I selfishly desire for you to cherish these days and threads and asks as much if not more than I do. For mine to be a name you can recall years later and smile about what I may have left you with.

So hi, my name is Kjirstin Noelle. Commonly known here as Ven or The Chinchilla, I am a 19 year old college student majoring in Media Production that also writes. My dream is to be an actress, or at least contribute majorly to the mass media and entertainment field. I want to star in or produce movies that move and shape others younger than me the same way similar media shaped me. I hope to one day write a book that others can relate to and hold as close as I did the PJO and HoO books and many others like them. I want to create characters and visions that people would want to roleplay the same way Rick Rioridan has for us. I want my works, no matter the platform, to shake and bring people together. To bring them to tears and inspire them to one day do the same.

And more than anything I want to be able to credit any future success I may be met with, to these days on these accounts (and others across many fandoms) and the friends and ideas that formed here. More than anything, I want to carry you all with me and implant the pieces of you that will always linger even after our final farewells, into everything I make, so that one day, those very thoughts and feelings will find their way to another person, and we can ALL know it started here. With me, with you, with friends and ideas come and gone. With forgotten conversations and unforgettable years of tears and joy. So that someone inspired by the things YOU ALL helped me make may want to come back to these accounts and all those related to them, and see for themselves where it all started. To witness the growth we all evoked from one another and keep the memories of days long gone alive when we no longer can.

So. Let’s get writing guys. The history we all will share is already being written, and the works I want to make it into won’t find inspiration from nothing. I look forward to many more threads, head canons, asks, tears, laughter, crack, angst and everything in between with friends both old, present, and not yet made. I love you all, and while this isn’t a yet a goodbye, it is a declaration of everything our time has and will mean to me.